Burn Notice (2007–2013): Season 1, Episode 12 - Loose Ends, Part 2 - full transcript

My name is Michael Westen.

I used to be a spy until--

- [ Man ] We got a burn notice
on you. You're blacklisted.
- [ Whistles ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you're burned,
you've got nothing--

no cash, no credit,
no job history.

- You're stuck in whatever city
they decide to dump you in.
- Where am I?

Miami.

You do whatever work
comes your way.

- You rely on anyone
who's still talking to you--
- [ Laughs ]

- a trigger-happy
ex-girlfriend--
- Should we shoot them?

an old friend who's informing
on you to the F.B.I.--



You know spies.
Bunch of bitchy little girls.

- Family too--
- Hey, is that your mom again?

- if you're desperate.
- Someone needs
your help, Michael.

Bottom line:
Until you figure out
who burned you,

you're not going anywhere.

Previously on
Burn Notice.

I got a job offer.
What do you say?

My plate's
a little full, Sam.

You mean with this whole
Philip Cowan thing?

I need my mind
focused on this.

All right.
Fair enough.

You mind if I run with this?
The money's not bad.
No. Knock yourself out.

It's this job that I'm on.
I need some backup--

- And you need a wingman.
- Damn straight, skippy.



Why go back to work
for the people who have put
you through all this?

I want to clear my name.
I want to know
who did this to me.

- You think I burned you?
- I know you did.

You're on the edge of something
much, much bigger than us,
my friend.

The people I work for--
They have plans for you.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Nate, I need you to pick me up.
Fi and Sam are dealing
with some heroin dealers.

I'm in some trouble.

- [ Nate ] What's going on?
- I have no idea.

- Out of the car!
- [ Fiona ]
They took Sam.

- Where are you, Fi?
- I'm in the Warehouse District
by the First Street bridge.

[ Panting ]
They're coming.

- You drop me off and you go.
Got it?
- It's too late. You need me.

Sam and Fi are dealing
with heroin smugglers.
They already killed two people.

Yeah. Sounds like
it's a bad time
for me to bail.

No, it's a perfect time
for you to bail.

Look, man,
something happens to you,
and Mom is on my ass forever.

All right?
And not to get
into your business,

but it seems like
you could use the help.

Thank you.

You're welcome.
Family first, right?

[ Nate ]
She's in there somewhere?

I mean,
she could be in any one
of those buildings, man.

She'll let us know
where she is.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In any operation, communicating
silently is often essential.

Chalk marks,
an unusual
arrangement of objects--

anything that stands out
from the background will do.

- A piece of cloth on a window.
- There. She's there.

Hmm. Great.
What are we gonna do about it?

Those guys are all over
looking for her.

I'm gonna need to drive.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A warehouse door
is going to be reinforced,

- but the walls aren't.
- Hold on.

And the areas under the windows
don't have load-bearing beams.

Fi?
Through there.

You cover that door.
You don't let anyone through.

- Here.
- I love machine shops.

They have
polyester thermoset resins.

They should have some--
Ah, here we go.

Benzoyl peroxide. Yummy.
[ Machine Gun Fire
In Distance ]

Guys, do you want
to hurry it up, please?

[ Gunshots ]

Hurry up.
I got 'em pinned down.

[ Truck Engine Starts ]

[ Michael Narrating ]
A good trap doesn't scare
people-- it makes them curious.

A speeding truck
makes people scatter.

A slow-moving truck,
on the other hand,

makes people want
to take a closer look.

- Take cover! Go! Go!
- [ Clamoring ]

That was insane.
Those people
were heroin smugglers?

Sam had a job.
Things didn't go as planned.

- [ Nate ]
You're out of your mind!
- What happened with Cowan?

Yeah. Things didn't go
as planned with that either.

He's dead, Fi.
They shot him
while we were talking.

Did you get anything?
A little.

He said
the people he works for--
they have plans for me.

Yeah, well, that's intriguing.
What the hell does it mean?

Without knowing
who they are,
hard to say.

They might want information.
They might have a job
they want me to do.

I mean,
they shot him for a reason.

Better be a good reason.

This is your place?
Yeah.

Well, it's a foreclosure.
You know, I guess they ran
out of money in the remodel.

Usually, I can hang out
about three months
in a place like this.

You-- You know,
you blew up my truck.

Anyone know
you're here?
No, no.

I got a couple clients
in my golf club business.

They weren't real happy
with the way the investment
worked out, so--

Nate, I need you to go get Mom
and bring her here.
Seriously?

Come on, man. When she
starts smokin' in here, we're
never gonna get the smell out.

The people who shot Cowan
are probably watching her place.

When you go get her,
bring her here.
Make sure you're not followed.

I know how to lose a tail.
And I hate to break it to you,

but spies aren't
the only people with enemies.

[ Door Opens ]

Tell me what happened with Sam.

[ Groans ]
That was pretty good.

But you gotta follow through.

Okay. Now we're
gettin' somewhere.

Yeah, that was pretty painful.
How was that for you?

You were taking pictures.
Who do you work for?

[ Chuckling ]
Me?

I don't work for anyone.

I go out there sometimes
just to-- to think.

Take pictures of the birds
and the local fauna. You know.

[ Groaning ]

Ooh! Ooh!
You're gettin' good at that.

The guy that came
for the woman--
he knew what he was doin'.

- Maybe D.E.A.?
- D.E.A. comes with a team.

D.E.A. brings cops.
D.E.A. does not
blow up a truck.

You know, buddy, if I were you,
I'd watch it
with the stupid comments.

'Cause, you know,
your boss just killed
a lot of his own guys outside--

[ Sighs ]
Let me guess.

You're trying to buy time
for your team. Is that it?
Team?

Uh-- Well, there's--
there's no team around here.

I work alone in a cubicle.
You work alone?
Mm-hmm.

Pretty talkative for a loner.

Called this number three times
when you were at the docks.

Let me guess.
That your boss?
Nah, that's my boyfriend.

Okay, okay!

[ Sighs ]
Look, I'm D.E.A.

We've been
watching you guys for months.
We got a grand jury ready to go.

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

I'm C.I.A.
That's right. C.I.A.

We've been tracking
your Turkish heroin connection
for terrorists.

Who do you work for, huh?

Okay.

F.B.I.

We got an informant.

Your guy there--
he works for us.

Isn't that right, Frank?
Come on, tell him.

No use lying now.
He's got us. Come on, Frank!

You're a funny guy.

You're trained, aren't you?
Hmm?

Let me guess.

Special Forces?

See, me--
I'm an ex-Green Beret.

Admit nothing,
deny everything,

make counteraccusations.

Special Forces?
No, no.

I was a Boy Scout
for a while.

Hey, take these
restraints off me.

I'll show you
how to tie a slipknot.

- Let's just kill him.
- And then what?

The girl saw us.
We gotta take care
of the whole team, plus Gillian.

By the way, seems like
she packed up and left early.

We went by her house.
Must have been in a hurry.

But don't worry.
I'll find her.

I'm really good at that.

[ Yawning ]
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
[ Chuckling ]

You know what?

Show him what Green Berets
are all about.

[ Grunts ]

There's more,

stashed under
a Fort Lauderdale overpass.

[ Michael Narrating ]
For any operative,

stashing weapons
is second nature after a while.

Spies hide guns
like squirrels hide acorns.

You never know when
you'll need some firepower...

or where you'll be
when you need it.

If we need more than this,
we're doing something
very wrong.

Or something very right.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Hello?
- I've got someone here
who says he knows you.

Sam?

Yeah, he works for me.

Oh, yeah?
And what kind of work do you do?

[ Michael Narrating ]
Choosing a cover I.D. on the fly
is always a challenge.

My work?
Yeah, your work.

What was your man doing
down at the docks
taking pictures, huh?

[ Michael Narrating ]
When there's no time to think,

it's best to go
with something simple
that keeps your options open.

I'm in the same business
you're in. We're interested
in your operation.

- I sent Sam down
to do some research.
- Oh, yeah?

- That's not what Sam says.
- I don't train my employees
to talk about my business.

Listen to me, not to him.
Who am I talking to?

Hmm. I think you know
enough about me for now.

Let me ask you a question.
You thought what?

You could just come down here
and rip me off?

I'm just checking out
the competition.

You know, move to a new market,
check out the lay of the land.

Point is, the man you have
is a valued employee.

I want him back.
I'm willing to deal.

Let's set a meet.
We'll figure out a price.

I'm happy to negotiate,
but I do not pay
for damaged merchandise.

- I want proof of life.
- You got e-mail?

[ Mouthing Word ]

Wake up, Sammy boy.
Picture time.

[ Groans ]
So, uh,

probably gonna be
my last photo, right?

I mean, you got these plans
to kill everybody.

So I'm thinkin',
I should look good
for this, huh?

Let's see.

Nice.
I'll send it to your mama.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Freon is available
at most computer stores.

Buy a can of screen duster,
turn it upside down, and you've
got it in liquid form.

It's cold enough
to crystallize the metal
in many commercial locks.

A hammer can
take care of the rest.

[ Fiona ]
So this is Sam's storage locker.
Phew.

[ Michael ]
We're looking
for an old photo.

It'll be from the mid-'90s
when we were working together.

You really think Sam
is sending us a message?

He's trying to get us
any information he can.

It's the pose in the photo.
I've seen it before.

[ Michael Narrating ]
One advantage of working
with the same team...

is that secure communication
is simpler.

You don't have to
work out a secret code.

If you have enough history,
the code is in every picture,

every memento,
every autographed leg cast.

[ Sighs ]

What is it?

Sam led a hostage rescue
operation in Venezuela
for some U.S. businessmen.

It was a setup.
The hostages were bait
for Sam's team.

He lost a few men.
He's saying stay away.

He's not getting
out of this alive.

Good. You made it back.
Was anyone there?
Government types, Bro. Suits.

There was a few plainclothes
guys there too. I didn't even
see 'em till after I got Mom.

Michael, I was just
getting in the shower.
He shows--

- In a sec.
- Soon as we left the house,
they came out like roaches.

Did you get rid of 'em?
Did you ditch 'em?
Oh, yeah.

I drove around
Little Haiti for an hour,
out to Virginia Key and back.

It was a bitch and a half.
But unless they got invisible
helicopters, I lost 'em.

And the car.
Did you leave the car
unattended when you went inside?

- Don't worry. I ditched that
car. I picked up a new one.
- Uh-huh, stole it.

It was, like,
a 15-year-old Pontiac, Ma.
I did the guy a favor taking it.

Point is we lost 'em.
We're clean.

- You think they're
the same guys that shot Cowan?
- Yeah.

Michael, what is going on?

I'm not sure. All I know
is this isn't just about
following me anymore.

- They want to bring me in.
- Who? Who is it? I don't know
what you're talk--

I don't know.
Covert intelligence agencies...

don't call you up
and tell you why
they're hunting you.

Mom, just for now,
I need you to stay here.

No calls until I figure out
what's going on.

- Here? Are you serious?
- Mom, just until I know more.

Nate, I need you to pick up
some disposable cell phones
for emergencies only.

- What are you gonna do?
- Fi and I are gonna
probe these guys,

see how serious they are.

Well, it's not
a perfect location,
but it's not bad either.

Just need something
nice and traceable--

a trail that the guys
that killed Cowan can follow.

Who you gonna call?
My old handler.

If they're not
listening to his line,
they don't deserve to catch me.

Hmm.

[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]

Hi. Yes.
Dan Siebels, please.

Oh, this is Michael Westen.
I need to talk to him.
It's urgent.

I have government agents
following me-- I'm not sure
what agency they are.

But I need help.
Could you send a helicopter?
[ Line Clicks ]

Okay.
Good talking to you too.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Surveillance is
a two-way street.

If you know
someone's looking for you,
you've got an advantage.

They follow your lead,
go where they think you are.

Nice response time.
Ten minutes. They're good.

Not that good.
They're staring at a pay phone.

Oh, no, Fi.
They are that good.

Those guys are
just to keep us busy.
They know we're here.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Tires.

It's armored.
I'll see you
back at Nate's.

[ Michael Narrating ]
Who drives armored cars?

People who expect gunfire.

Usually people
with some firepower
of their own.

[ Woman ]
Hey! What are you doing? Hey!

- Sorry about that.
- What are you talkin' about?

Hey, you!
Gimme my keys!

[ Harrick ]
You ready to talk about
how to get your guy Sam back?

Yeah. You got a price?
We'll get to that.

First, I want to meet
you and the girl together.

The girl?
You forgot already?

Sure went through
a hell of a lot of trouble
to get her back.

- She has nothing
to do with this.
- She's part of your operation.

I want to know
who I'm dealing with.
Those are my conditions.

Fine. But it's gonna take
a couple of days
to track her down.

A couple of days?
After what happened,
she went underground.

If you want to see her,
you're gonna have to
wait for me to find her.

Don't take too long.
I'm not sure Sam can hold out.

He's got decent stamina.

But everyone's got
a breaking point,
and I'm good at finding them.

[ Michael Narrating ]
In a hostage situation,
you have to be cruel to be kind.

The more you care,
the more leverage they have.

Like buying a car--
you have to make them think
you can walk away.

Just so we're clear,
I don't take damaged goods.

You break it, you buy it.
Got it?

Call me when you find the girl.

I take it
you just bought us more time.

Won't do us much good
unless we find out
who this guy is.

All we know now is
he's got Sam
and he intends to kill us.

Any ideas?
Well, it's
a pretty small world...

when you're importing heroin
at that level.

I'll make a call.

Well, it's your lucky day.

Your boss really wants you back.
Guess that's loyalty for you.

You think
he's gonna deal for me?
He's playin' with you.

- Oh, really?
- Look, I got caught.

He's gonna kill me himself.
Believe me, pal,
you'd be doing me a big favor.

- You got some death wish
or somethin'?
- You're gonna do it anyway.

What, I gotta stay another day
in this crappy metal box?

Look, there's
a sweet little park
in Coral Gables.

Just dump the body.
Give me a piece of paper.
I'll draw you a map.

Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

He knows if we kill him
his team won't show.

Nah. We need him alive.

Fellas,
you're only hurting yourselves.
I'm telling you.

Come on. A little rat poison!
Easy-peasy!

[ Sighs ]

So you want me to put you
in touch with a heroin dealer?
That is what I want.

Look, heroin--
I'm allergic to it.

Don't need to touch it,
don't need to see it.

I think about it, I get hives.
Heroin dealers-- seriously.
This is not a favor.

No, it's not.
Favors don't get you killed.

I give you a name, it gets back,
we're in a "Barry facedown
in the river" situation.

I'm not asking, Barry.

We're friends
or we're enemies here.

Well, if you put it that way.

I put it that way.

[ Sighs ]
You want the biggest
heroin dealer in Miami?

This guy's as big as you say,
they're probably
working together.

No. Who's the second biggest?

[ Muttering ]

Mmm, there's this club
up on 22nd-- Deedo's.

It's a place
usually for smack trade.

You're looking for Carmelo.
He hangs out there,

does a lot of business
in the V.I.P. room.
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Yeah?

Uh, Mike, it's for you.

Something about
your burn notice.

Y'ello.
[ Woman ] Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Who's this?
We need to talk, Michael.

We've been trying
to bring you in.

Talk about what?
Your past, your future.

Oh, sweetie,
I'm a little busy right now.
Can you call me back?

- Keep it. It's yours.
- [ Splashes ]

We friends?
We're friends, Barry.

- Anything I can do
to help in here?
- No, Mom. Please.

We gotta get her
to stop smokin', Bro.
She's making me nervous.

- She just wants to help.
- She can help
by making sandwiches.

Making explosives,
are you, Michael?

Mom, there is some
serious business going on here.

I'm not stupid.
I can see that.
Look.

I was hoping to get you
back home in a couple of days,

but that doesn't look like
it's gonna happen.

What do you mean?
I don't want
to stay here longer.

I only brought
a week's worth of clothes.
And I got a poker game tomorrow.

No, Mom.
You're going to
have to leave town.

- Leave town?
- With Nate.

No. I'm not going anywhere.
I'm staying here
with you, Michael.

- You're obviously in trouble.
- No, it's not safe. You can't.

I don't care
if it's not safe here.
I'm not leaving you.

Mom, please.
Michael, I'm not afraid.

I know you're not afraid.
But I am.

Shh.
[ Sighs ]

It's okay.

I'll go.

** [ Hip-hop ]

** [ Continues ]
[ Beeps ]

There's our man right there.

He looks like
he's ready for trouble.
I'll bring him trouble then.

[ Michael Narrating ]
There are some fights
you just can't win.

A force can be
so overwhelming...

that no tactical approach
in a fight...

is going to lead
to a victory worth having.

You sure you don't
want me to stay?

No, Fi.
You need to go. Now.

You know, I'm usually
all for the high risk,
high reward option.

But this--
If there was
any other way, believe me--

Knock 'em dead.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you can't win in a fight,

sometimes you have to settle
for making sure that
if you lose, everyone loses.

It works for nuclear weapons,
it works for me.

Hey.
Oh, sorry.
Private party. My bad.

[ Guns Cocking ]

You got a death wish,
my friend.
Back off.

- What do you want?
- Send someone out
into the club.

I need them to check
under the bar,
under the stairs,

under the chairs,
for more of these.
[ Beeps ]

That's exactly what
it looks like-- C-4 explosive
with a remote detonator.

[ Beeps ]

And this--

A remote detonator
on a deadman switch.

You shoot me,
I let go of this button,

and the city of Miami
gets some brand-new
undeveloped real estate.

[ Guns Clicking ]

What do you want?

I just want to talk.
What are you drinking?

Champagne.
Would you like some?

Please.

Ooh, that's nice.
Little dry.

But sometimes dry
is a little refreshing.
Glad you like it.

That why you're here?
Put a bomb in my club
so you can drink my champagne?

Partially. Also I need
the name and location
of a certain heroin importer.

I need it quietly,
and I need it now.

- [ Chuckles ]
And I should do this because--
- Because he's an importer.

He sells to your competition.

I put him out of business,
it's a win for both of us.

And, if you don't
do what I want,

I will rain hell down upon you
until one of us is dead.

And I am really, really good
at raining down hell.

I want an answer tomorrow.

- Who are you?
- I'm Michael Westen.
I used to be a spy.

[ Beeping ]

You have a name for me.

[ Carmelo ]
The guy's name is Glenn Harrick.

He's got a boat on the river
near the 27th Avenue Bridge.

It cost me a lot of money
to get that information.

You've just done yourself
a great favor, Carmelo.

Do yourself one.
Don't let me see you again.

You take care of this guy,
you stay out of my way,
we're good.

If I ever see your face again,
I'll kill you-- bomb or no bomb.
Agreed.

[ Michael ]
Oh, look. They survived
Nate's exploding truck.

Think they're keeping Sam here?

Fits the background
in Sam's photo.

Lots of rusted metal.
And they probably
got him down in the hold.

Well, it makes sense, a barge.
It's isolated, easy to defend.

[ Sighs ]
Guess it's time to set
my meeting with Harrick.

- We could go in there now.
- No, Fi.

- We're gonna do this
the right way.
- Boring.

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Harrick ]
Yeah.
I'm ready to make a deal.

All right.
Let's set it up.

I can meet today.
The girl coming?

Yeah. I tracked her down.

Fine. 4:00.
Be at the Grove Harbour Marina.

Sounds good. One more thing.
I talk to Sam
before I come to the meeting.

If he can't talk,
if he doesn't sound healthy,
I walk away.

If he's anything less
than a hundred percent,

just kill him now
and save us both some time.

We'll take
good care of him.
You do that.

[ Engine Starts ]

It'll be over today. Hey.

I was thinkin' about it. Maybe
you should draw me a picture
of the map to that park.

I'm gonna have to
put your body somewhere.

Hey. Um, did he ask
to talk to me
before you meet?

'Cause I got news
for you, buddy.

I'm not gonna play ball.

- So you might as well
just finish this right now.
- [ Chuckling ]

You'll do whatever
I want you to do.

But until then,
please, keep him quiet.

Hey, um, so what were you?

Army? I'm a Navy man myself.

But, you know, I've seen
your boss's type before,

and whatever shallow grave
he dumps my body in,

you're gonna be keeping me
company there real soon, pal.

[ Grunts ]

[ Laughing ]

You know, I read in a book once
that the things that make you
the angriest...

are the things
you know are true.

- Wise words, huh?
- I am getting so sick
of your mouth!

Take a good look, buddy.
'Cause this is gonna
be you real soon.

[ Sam Laughing ]

[ Laughing Stops ]
Ow.

Oh, I get it.

I kill you,
your man doesn't show, right?

[ Gun Clicks ]
Nice try.

I, uh--
I got your buddy's Caddy.

I had a friend who deals
in secondhand cars
check it out. Looks clean.

He also fixed the windshield
on the Charger.

-So Mom said that you
wanted me to go away with her?
-I want you two somewhere safe.

Tell me something. Why is it,
if you're the responsible one,

every time you run off
and you do your spy thing,
I gotta pick up the pieces?

Please.
[ Sighs ]

I like this--
you coming to me for help.

It's-- It feels good.
Yeah.

It's like a fresh thing
for us, you know?
It's great.

Yeah.
You gonna do it?

Of course, Bro.
Thanks.

You'll probably need
a moderate sized blast.

The metal on that boat
looked pretty worn.

I'd go with something
with more direction.

But it'll do.

[ Michael Narrating ]
The sticky bomb
was originally developed...

in World War II
for mining tanks.

For the homemade variety,
tile adhesive works best.

Sticky, waterproof,
and it comes in an easily
portable plastic bucket.

Mom, I'll call you when--
if it's safe to come back.

Here, take this.
It's a new phone.

It hasn't been used,
so it's untraceable.

It's for emergencies only.
We want to keep communication
to a minimum.

We're not taking your car
from you, are we?
No.

Whoever's coming after me
might have eyes on it.

So I'll drive you and Nate
up to Fort Lauderdale.

And that's where
I'll find you another car.

[ Chuckles ]
I remember the time
you stole your first car.

Dad was off God knows where,
and I had to get Nate
to the doctor.

You must have been what, 12?

Ten. I remember it.
You were pretty angry.

Yeah. I was also proud.

You did a lot of things
I didn't understand,

but you did 'em
for the family.

You know, Michael,

I did too.

I know, Mom. I know.

I know.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Nate, you make
any calls today?
No, Bro. You said not to.

Mom?
Um, I-I called home
to check messages,

but I used the secure phone
that you gave me.

If you call a tapped phone
from an untapped--

Never mind.
That's how they're following us.

I need that phone right now.

This phone is no longer secure.

From now on,
let's make this simple.
Make no calls!

- Fine.
- Nate, I'm gonna pull over
and get out.

- Wait a minute. You said
they were following us.
- Yeah, they want me.

- When I get out, you go. Don't
stop for anything. You got it?
- Yeah.

Be careful.

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

Stay in the car.
I know this line is tapped.
I know you're listening.

I don't know who you are,
but I know this--

you want me to come in alive,
you call me now,
or I will end this right here.

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Beeps ]
Hello.

[ Woman ]
Michael,
don't do anything stupid.

I have a proposal
I'd like to discuss.
I'm listening.

I have a job to do.
I need 12 hours.

You give me that,
I will come in alive.

If you don't-- If you even
come near me before that--
I will put a bullet in my head.

You wouldn't do that, Michael.
You've got such a bright future.

Maybe, maybe not.
You give me 12 hours,
you don't need to find out.

I believe we have a deal.
[ Beeps ]

You think it's okay
to take Sam's car on the street?
Those government types.

I bought myself
a couple of hours
before they pick me up.

Might as well
drive it till then.

You're really
gonna go with 'em?
Yeah, Fi.

They shot Cowan
in front of you.

They didn't shoot me.
I want to know what's going on,
and I told 'em I'd meet 'em.

You're a spy, Michael.
Why don't you just lie?

That's what spies do, you know?

If you want to run--
This is not about honor.
And I'm not running anymore.

I want answers,
and this is the only way
to find them.

[ Sighs ]
You ready?

It's been fun, Michael.

At least this time
we get to say good-bye.

Thank you, Fi.

You get over to the
Grove Harbour Marina. I'll call,
put his guy on the phone.

You wait until
he gets there
with the girl.

Understood?
Yeah.

Okay.

Put two in both their heads
and call me when you're done.

Got it.
Get outta here.

Let's go.

[ Rapid Beeping, Line Ringing ]

Looks like they're leaving
a three-man team on the boat.

I'm off to crash the party.

[ Michael Narrating ]
A lot of people think the word
"commando" means superhero,

or at least
something close to it.

In the popular mind,
they're thought of
as the ultimate elite soldier,

the solution to every problem.

The fact is, a commando is
just someone trained to fight...

under a specific set
of circumstances.

He's the guy you send in
when there are more bad guys
than good guys,

when surprise
is the only advantage
you can get in an operation.

When it works,
commandos seem unstoppable.

Those are the operations
that make the papers.

When it doesn't work,
commandos get killed
just as dead as anyone else.

Hey. You there?

Okay, good.
Here's what's gonna happen.

When they get there,
you kill 'em both.
And make sure they're dead.

You got that?
All right.
I'm gonna call the guy now.

Morning, sunshine.
Hmm.

Here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna call your boss.

You're gonna say "hello."

And if you act really nice,
I'll finish you quick.

- And if I don't?
- Well, then I'll have to find
another way to hunt him down,

which means I have to
kill you little by little
until I find him.

- But, hey, Sam, your choice.
- Boy.

They both sound pretty good.

Can I have a few minutes
to make up my mind?
No.

[ Beeping ]

[ Line Ringing ]
[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

[ Gun Cocks ]

[ Grunts ]

- Kick his ass!
- [ Both Grunting ]

Come on, Mike.

[ Shouting ]

[ Grunting ]
[ Shouting ]

Come on! Hey!

I've seen that wound before.
I don't know what ammo
you have in here,

but if it's Teflon-coated,
you have about a half an hour.

But if they're hollow point,
I wouldn't make any plans.

I thought I told you
to stay away, Mikey.
I tried to warn you.

I was never good
at taking orders, Sam.

That's why you were a soldier,
and I was a spy.

Fair enough.

Come on, Michael.

[ Clamoring ]

You know,
I was thinking about
this car when they had me.

I thought, "I'm gonna die
before the Cadillac
loses its new-car smell."

I'd never let
that happen, Sam.

Mike, uh, seriously--

You would have
done it for me.

Damn right, brother.

[ Car Chimes ]

Mike, you been using
the navigation thingy?

No, I didn't--

[ Male Voice ]
OnStar, Mr. Westen.

How do you know my name?

[ Chimes ]
Directions are being sent
to your vehicle.

- Your destination
is 110 miles away.
- My destination?

Mike, what's goin' on?

Time to get
some questions answered,
one way or another.

Burn notice, huh?

Uh, I need
to borrow the Caddy.

No problem.

- Good luck, Mike.
- Thanks, Sam.

[ Chimes ]
You have arrived at
your destination, Mr. Westen.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Hello.
[ Woman ] Michael, we're so
looking forward to meeting you.

[ Michael Narrating ]
When you work in intelligence,
you get used to the idea...

that some information
is worth risking everything for.

You sign up for the lifestyle,
or the chance
to serve your country,

or the millions
of frequent flyer miles.

But, finally, it all
comes down to putting your ass
on the line to learn something.